A/N: I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, considering nearly everybody can't stand this pairing, but I did it anyway. Much love, to all you Sue fans!

Happy reading

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"And Number Two: I am hoping that the miraculous life growing inside of me can soak up some of your constantly annoying though admittedly laudable optimism and decency." -Sue Sylvester

It was difficult being Sue Sylvester.

Especially now, she thought, chin resting on palm, elbow set upon a stack of papers, opposite arm curled around her protruding middle.

She was tired. Confused. The little girl swimming around in that expanding belly of hers was restless, unrelenting on her back. She was angry, riddled with different fears, mostly pertaining to her sister. She didn't want the same fate for her daughter, she didn't want that anguish, she didn't want the undeserving human to crumble as quickly as her own sibling. Sue Sylvester didn't realize how much she wanted out of this pregnant body until today.

Today, after a frivolous argument with her own insides she had slid bottom first down the last flight of stairs she was descending from in McKinley High. The fall had done a real number on her already screaming back, so much so, she had found herself unable to move. Out of shock, she had lain in the bustling halls, her eyes shut tightly, gnawing on her bottom lip. A few students pointed, laughed, another threw around comments she hadn't appreciated regarding age, and other unsavory topics while she waited for her pride to push down her throat, and her persona to be restored with the last bell.

It was a large hand, bony, but warm. The nerves in her fingers still tingled, the fuzziness sustained, but the fire in her ribs, and the ache of her tired uterus grew with each passing moment. Her chest was throbbing for a different reason- entirely.

He had pulled her to her feet, and held her there for a split moment to steady her shaking legs. His voice had danced wonderfully through her ears, and he had smiled to her, but a worried twinge in his blue eyes accompanied the meant reassurance. But, she had taken it in, either way perusing her own quaking brain for an ounce of venom. "Hands off, Schuester!"

When his arms fell to his sides, his fingertips had brushed the rondure shape of her middle, ticklish to her, causing ripples across the surface. She found herself utterly enamored with his touch now, yearning for that closeness, yearning for her hand to be enclosed in his, or his arms enveloped around her person, her curves, that one substantial undulation of her body. Sue Sylvester was slowly admitting to herself that she wanted his comfort, his chest pressed against hers, his forehead upon her own; she wanted to be so incredibly against him that she felt the air coming into his lungs as well as leaving them. She wanted to grasp the strands of his gooey locks, and remember that feeling too, but she was too afraid to come that close. She had a fear of really finding him, really taking him in.

Her blue eyes looked lost in an ocean of thoughts; her eyes had begun to become glossy, and searching. Will Schuester watched her from a distance, peeking through the cracks between her office blinds, wondering where she could possibly be, wondering where that mind of hers had been off to, as he waited for Emma with his jacket slung over his shoulder. His heart pounded heavily and his feet urged him to head inside, closer to Coach Sue, but there was a moment of apprehension, that had him glued to the floor, hesitating, because he hadn't a clue what he would say when he was face to face with those blue, stormy seas gasping for air for he knew, the moment he had her in his view, he would be drowning in strange desire.

She had gotten a pencil in her grip, tapping it feverishly on the edge of her desk. She imagined she looked ultimately intimidating. She was gleaming as sweat streamed down her cheek, mixing with tears that had fallen without her knowledge. Sue was sniffling, wiping ferociously at her face as she realized he had been there, watching, and waiting, quietly, tentatively.

"Is there something the matter?" he asked quietly, looking onto her with patience, a level of it she had never been the receiver of.

How she wanted to rage, and spit, and yell, but she hadn't the energy. "I am very well, thank you. It's the se damn hormones…" Sue whimpered, still attempting to soak up the streams trailing down her face.

"If there's something wrong Sue, you know I'm always around to talk," he said sincerely, seeming to have more to add. But, he stopped there, blinking sadly at her, a frown giving a downward curvature to his lips. She waited for a second to reply, and then slowly shifted so that her hands were folded over the bump occupying the belly of her track suit.

"It seems like you're around every corner, creepo. Go off with your little OCD girlfriend, she's probably going to have to scrub you down for being around me," she quipped weakly.

Will took a step forward, and with the words he spoke, he inched even closer, "Why so glum?" he inquired politely, very light, and chilling to her spine.

It was then he was in grabbing distance, but she didn't have to initiate the first reach. He did, stoking her cheek with his thumb gingerly, smiling now at the feeling of her skin underneath his own.

"I am not glum. Don't use your pretentious words on me," she shivered.

Now, he kneeled, taking in the waters welling up in the corners of her glistening, blue pond like eyes. They were making him less and less aware of everything, and more and more sick with the odd desire to taste her lips, but it wasn't him who had to initiate that first kiss.

He was tangy, she determined as she was on him, really understanding the pink softness of his mouth, exploring those curls she had longed to pull through.

Sue Sylvester was wrapped in his arms.

His left hand was spread across the very center of her uneven tummy, his other hand caressing and working through the large knot in her back from her morning tumble down the McKinley stairwell.

The thumping of her heart was louder than his words, "Don't be angry with me," Will burst through the quiet, "but, you are beautiful."

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! I didn't think about this ship before but here it is! I can continue if you want.